I may have to shoot me some squirrels. Little fuckers dug up my planters and my sunflower sprigs!!! *cries* we’ll be upgrading to a larger apartment in a month. My sister is moving in, leaving an abusive situation. The new apartment doesn’t have a tree next to it like this one does. No jerk squirrels to ruin my flowers.
That was a bit of a hiatus I just took, wasn't it? Jeez.... 70-80 hour work weeks, my longest so far being 96 hours. I got promoted... Got offered another promotion already but thinking I may turn it down just because I've worked with the client and he's just that difficult to work with. He's run off several supervisors already. And the men he employs are mostly sexist assholes who refuse to take direction from a woman at all. I'm exhausted. This is my first day off in 5 months and my phone has still been going off almost non stop. My bosses sing my praises and tell everyone I work circles around my counterparts but that just furthers the rumors.
"They only promoted her because she's a white woman."
"What about the senior lead? She got promoted over him because he's black."
"She's too new. Who's she sleeping with?"
And those are the NICE rumors I've heard about me. Never mind the fact that everyone else puts in their 40 hours and then refuses to pick up their phones. It doesn't matter that I've gotten up in the middle of the night to cover a post not my own because the guards needed me. Pulling more than double the hours, studying the company handbook and procedures to the point of near perfect memory, and going above and beyond for my job means nothing, apparently. I got my position because of my gender and color... Not qualified at all. Nope.. Not me. I'm so sick and tired of the folk around here. They don't want to put in the extra work to actually make it so they start drama and rumors about anyone who dares to surpass them in an attempt to either knock them back down or make them quit. But I take it all with a smile on my face. Not gonna lie, my paychecks are fucking amazing right now. That's why I keep it up like I have. My savings account is growing and all for my daughter. So no matter how many hours I put in, no matter how many times I come home and cry from the pain and exhaustion, no matter what those jealous bitches and lazy bastards say about me, I do this for her. Because she deserves better. Because she deserves the life I never had.
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